Killing Self Loathing (Malignant Cunt)

Lover of no thing
Breaker of will
One million children
Are sick with your disease
You're the whisper that roams in these halls
Driving their minds to an imminent fall
Driving
Their Minds
Into an imminent fall

Fall

What will await you
When the clock strikes the hour
And who will defend you
When you're all alone and tired
I will not suffer greatly
When no one turns around to help you
I will not suffer one bit
When no one lends a hand to pick you up
You malignant cunt
No, you go
You malignant cunt

You're a liar
With an evil smile
You're a liar
You're an evil man

I will not suffer greatly
When no one turns around to help you
I will not suffer one bit
When no one lends a hand to pick you up
You malignant cunt
No, you go
You malignant cunt

See yourself through my eyes
See yourself through my eyes



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